Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1038

Sure thing, if she felt any remorse, she wouldn't have done what she did. Her heart, cold as stone, couldn't be warmed, her gaze towards him filled with nothing but disdain and fear. Yet, the first time they met, her eyes sparkled with a brilliance, a beauty unmatched.

His mother used to say, if a girl's eyes light up brighter than the stars in the sky when she sees you, she's definitely got a thing for you. When was their first encounter?

Ah, yes, on a snowy night. It was after he had quelled the conflicts in Saudi Arabia. He came to North America to negotiate business with the local elite. Oil, a coveted resource worldwide, was particularly eyed by the North American powerhouses, but he never took them seriously. The conflicts back in Saudi were far bloodier, far more ruthless, and he had climbed to his position stepping over countless bodies.

He wasn't afraid to spill blood, to sacrifice anyone for his goals. And he loathed betrayal, craving absolute loyalty. The turnover of his associates was high, showing no mercy the moment he sensed disloyalty. He was harsh on others, even harsher on his kin. Back in Saudi, his control was absolute, his opponents fed to the sharks, alive, to watch their terror, their struggle, as the sea turned red. That was his ultimate joy. Mother always said it was better this way, to live without humanity was to live without pain.

If he was the one struggling in the darkness, then Max was the purest, most refined being in the world. His life felt torn, waking up each day in unfamiliar places, nervously navigating through, absorbing thoughts from another mind. But eventually, he got used to this existence. He realized, the other persona, Max, was oblivious to his existence. This was King's greatest advantage, allowing him to scheme perfectly, deceiving Max, ensuring he'd never catch on.